With a 'pa~' sound, Po Luo slapped himself in the face, slapped himself hard.

What a good guy! That real sound can be said to hurt.

Uncle Chu, who was sitting opposite him with a bowl of broth in his hand, was too lazy to lift his eyelids when he was sitting.

By the way! After a long and powerful march, everyone finally arrived at their destination.

Now all of them, including those volunteer soldiers, want to eat and fill their stomachs most.

Instead, let them fall down on the spot and sleep well, even if they only sleep for an hour or half an hour.

In comparison, everything becomes less important than frostbite on the face, hands and feet, and hungry belly.

Even at this moment, the food in their bowls, which uses a lot of canned Spam lunch meat, add some canned beef, and some spicy cabbage soup, is considered a meat dish.

If it were the people who hadn't eaten meat for a long time before, they could be said to have dreamed of this thing.

The problem is that there are only a dozen minutes left at most, and the vanguard of the soldiers will arrive here, so how can I have time to give you a sleep?

So, this way of constantly slapping yourself in the face and using severe pain to make yourself awake.

It seems very common in the Sansou.

This is because I saw a big yawn in the mouth of Po Luo just now, and the thing seemed to be contagious, which made me unable to help but yawn Uncle Chu.

After raising his hand, he also slapped himself.

With the scorching sting of his skin, Uncle Chu felt that he was a little more energetic.

Then he frowned and drank a small sip of the broth into his mouth. He swallowed it forcibly before he could swallow the broth into his stomach.

And he put a bite of the beef that had been cooked long ago and chewed it in his mouth for more than a dozen bites. Finally, he spit it out and spit it on the ground.

There is no way! His current physical condition is really a little overwhelmed.

After turning around and looking at the surrounding situation, Uncle Chu found that he was not an isolated case, but everyone was holding a bowl in his hand, and he also had a painful expression like drinking medicine.

No, to be more precise, it seems more uncomfortable than taking medicine.

Seeing this, the old squad leaders of the kitchen team who had been busy with the cooking squads immediately became anxious and greeted everyone so loudly:

"Eat, comrades eat in big mouthfuls.

We also found many boxes of meat in the warehouse; the battalion commander said that everyone would make it as hard as they want to eat, and they would have the energy to fight those Western devils when they were full.

The comrades on the hill don’t have to worry that they have no food. We just carried two large pots up, enough for them to eat a whole meal."

But there is no practical effect in such enthusiastic greetings.

Instead, there was only the sound of "pa, pa~" slap in the face, and it kept ringing in the audience.

And the old squad leader, in desperation, cried in a crying voice: "Comrades, everyone will eat some food. We will have to fight later. If we don't eat enough, how can we have the strength to fight? ~"

Under such circumstances, Hu Biao, the commander of the Zhongzhou Team, shouted in a still hoarse voice:

"Eat, eat hard. Now everyone is not afraid of death, but they are still afraid of eating some meat?"

After hearing this, Poluo whispered something in his mouth, and then stuffed the meat from the bowl into his mouth with a big mouthful.

Uncle Chu also silently cursed in his heart, "Stop the street" and forced himself to eat.

Or it may be changed to another saying, which is called filling it in the stomach.

After using an extremely difficult process, I wiped out a bowl of broth and meat pieces in my hand, and looked up at the opposite side and found that the old brother Poluo had finished eating.

He raised his sleeves that exposed a lot of cotton, wiped his mouth, and then he was done.

Po Luo took out a pack of seized camel brand cigarettes from his pocket again, and slashed two matches in succession with his trembling fingers. This was the igniting of the cigarette.

Then, after one sip, the cigarette was one-third less.

"Give me one to refresh me~"

Uncle Chu spoke up to this old comrade of the team who is about the same age as him and has the same fishing hobby.

After hearing this, the gong was about to say something.

As his face changed drastically, he threw down the matches and cigarettes in his hand and pressed them heavily on his chest with one of his right hands.

At the same time, I also coughed violently in my mouth, with one sound, two sounds, and the third sound was reached.

Uncle Chu saw an extremely horrified scene: the camel brand cigarette in Poluo's mouth quickly spread upward from the bottom of the corner of his mouth; soon after, most of the cigarette turned blood red.

"Black Chinese medicine, black Chinese medicine~"

The sound from Uncle Chu's mouth sounded extremely shrill, and it overwhelmed the "papa" sounds that he slapped in the face at this moment.

*******

“Fuck~”

After hearing the shrill cry from Uncle Chu's mouth and turning his head to see the broken gong, Hu Biao cursed like this in his mouth.

Thanks to the recovery of bloodline power, and even a 20% increase in bloodline power, he was not worried that Po Luo would suddenly die like Yang Zai, the large intestine, and the technician.

But even Poluo, the bloody man in the Zhongzhou team, is now weak and looks like this.

So after a while, facing the crazy counterattack of the soldiers retreated from the Ninth Army, how can we fight? There is such a worry that Hu Biao finally solved it with an unimaginable situation.

It was at this moment, and suddenly there was a series of fierce gunfire coming from the hill.

There is no doubt that the vanguard of the soldiers finally appeared.

The gunshot was an order, and the battalion commander's voice sounded: "The Fourth Company came up to support me, and the other companies were ready for combat and were ready to reinforce us at all times."

Under such a command, Hu Biao discovered that everything was different.

All the soldiers who were sick in their bodies in the previous second were as if they were pressed a magic button in their bodies and turned into a full-blooded restart state.

For example, his subordinate was a little warrior named Ge Wentao.

Hu Biao clearly remembered that if he hadn't helped him share the burden on his body halfway, he would have run away to death on the road.

After hearing the order, the little soldier stood up in a flash.

Under his butt, there was a bullet box of at least fifty kilograms. After easily raising his shoulders, he rushed towards the hill with a silence.

There is nowhere left, it looks sick.

In fact, Hu Biao himself was not like this. At the moment the gunshots sounded, all the fatigue and discomfort on him disappeared.

There was only one thought left in my mind: to block those soldiers and not let teammates and comrades die in vain.

Even at such a time, the damn system tasks are completely unimportant; there are always things that are more important than personal interests.

But at this moment, the system's voice continued to sound again.
Chapter completed!